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Private Poor Unfortunate Souls

As the guard, no, Fredrick shuffled towards Evelynn, Wren turned to flee out the door. There wasn't time to grab her weapons, her jacket, or to find a way to deactivate the collar around her neck. Blood still ran from her wounds, but she knew there was a first aid kit on the escape pod that was just down the corridor. Something she only knew because Fredrick had known that.

How many thoughts, consciousnesses, emotions, memories could she take in before she lost who she was?

Did she even know herself anymore?

Staggering down the hall, every breath a searing agony, she caught sight of Marcus' visage lingering in a doorway with his arms crossed. His head nodded towards the hatch across from him.

It was the escape pod. She knew that. They knew that.

I'm a monster.

Tears stinging her eyes, Wren stumbled into the cramped pod and quickly pressed the access code in order to launch from the ship. Trying to get the harness on was almost as torturous as the beating she'd received, especially once the violent jostling started of the capsule hurtling itself out of hyperspace.
 
It was preferable that the twi'lek didn't hang around to watch the embarrassing indignity that was Evelynn attempting to heave the man's armoured corpse off of her own tiny frame. To be frank it was less of a heave and more of a one-armed shimmy.

“get...off...great...bloody...idiot...”

Eventually, through the power of frustration, the Apprentice managed to get herself out from beneath him, her priorities shifting back to what was actually important.

Wren.

Perhaps there should have been more anger present at the very fact that she had managed to escape her bonds, it was certainly the logical course of emotion but it was still hard to curb the sense of excitement that still lingered. The unanswered curiosity about this girl and her wondrous power. Besides, the oaf responsible for setting her free had rightly enough died for it.

“Do try not to perish, Wren!” Evelynn called out down the hall, voice shrill with wicked malice as the blast doors to the escape pod shut, all but confirming that her prisoner had gotten away. More dots connected in the Sith's mind as to how exactly she knew the access codes.

She had stolen his mind.

A small smile crept upon the blonde's face, devious in intention as her mind raced, now longing for such power to be already back in her clutches.

“Try not to get too comfortable,” the Emperor's daughter whispered to the blast doors, her gloved hand running down the unfeeling metal as the pod ejected, “we will meet again.”

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